Chapter 1358 - The Creators Proof (1/2)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
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She had a long dream.
In the dream, countless people dressed in white chinese-styled gowns and masks surrounded her, perspiring as they bustled around her.
From their shocked and serious expressions, she could tell that they were up against a thorny problem.
That’s right, my body was severely injured and on the brink of death, is this my mind consoling myself?
She was well aware of her own situation and knew that any ordinary health professional would turn their heads upon seeing her and request for funeral arrangements instead of spending their efforts on a futile attempt to save her.
Although she believed that Roland was one of the Creators, she knew that even the Gods were not omnipotent—otherwise they would not require the Oracles.
She had persevered till the end as promised, leaving her with a clear conscience.
The feeling of being in a lucid dream was a marvelous feeling. She felt as though her entire body was soaked in a warm light, and all the pain and wounds on her body had disappeared without a trace. The human chatter around sounded as though it came from far away, along with the fuzzy scene, it made her sleepy.
Slowly, the fragmented memories pieced together.
The gray sky above turned into a vast expanse of whiteness, void of shadows.
After finishing their job, the doctors left one after another. She “saw” herself being carried by a nurse and brought to a man and woman. The two kissed her and revealed happy expressions.
Following that, she slowly grew amidst difficulties.
Images flashed quickly… She realized that those could be the final memories her mind was showing her. Strangely enough, these scenes she could never recall, once vague fragments of her memory, were now extremely clear in this dream.
She saw her childhood home and the backyard where bedsheets were hung… and family members.
So this was where she resided.
Lying in the embrace of her family members, she closed her eyes in satisfaction.
When the drowsy spell took over completely, whispers brimming with love sounded out from above her.
“Say… what do you think we should name her?”
“How about… Fei Yuhan.”
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After a long time, Fei Yuhan slowly opened her eyes.
She looked at the familiar hospital ceiling and blanked out for a long time before reacting.
Wait a minute, I’m… alive?
She tried feeling for her body and realized that her limbs were reacting to her thoughts. Furthermore, there was not the slightest delay between her thoughts and movements, as though they had never been injured.
Fei Yuhan raised her right hand in shock—although the entire hand was wrapped in bandages, the outline of it showed that it was intact and fine. She clearly recalled her hand being smashed into pieces, to the extent of having her bones crushed. Normal means made it impossible to recover.
A laugh escaped escaped from her throat.
He… really did it.
Did he not know that his looks and age were totally unbefitting when he solemnly vowed and said ‘Because, I am a Creator’?